The weapon of marriage

This is the spear, the tip of sharp
that stabs, that shifts the vine of
intestine. This is the escape you
didn't want, didn't pay 5.99 in shipping
and handling for. A box without a lid,
with no way of closing you in
or out. This is the hot spice of God coming
at you from every direction, pinning
you up against every wall. This is the grip
he uses for the grape-- to squeeze the wine
from the skin.